Ezra walked toward the bed where Ella was laying and grabbed the edge of the covers, yanking them off of her and throwing them onto the floor. He leaned forward and grabbed Ella by the throat, holding her down against it. "You got lucky when you killed Uriel." He said with a growl, leaning down toward her face. "You will not be lucky this time…"
Ella gasped as she moved her hand over to the nightstand, inside of which was the archangel sword. She fumbled with the drawer handle, unsuccessfully, and moved her hands to her throat, trying to break free of Ezra's grasp. Ezra smiled down at her. "You humans are so fragile… it's pathetic, really." The door started to open and Sam walked in, shutting his cell phone. Ezra vanished, and Sam furrowed his brows.
"Ella? What is going on?"
Ella's hands grasped at her neck where Ezra's hands had been. "Ezra…" She gasped.
Sam moved in to her quickly and sat down on the side of the bed. He carefully pulled her hands away from her neck and his eyes widened as he saw bruises on her neck. "Ezra did this to you?" He said lowly. He flipped open his phone and redialed Dean's number. "Dean, you need to get back here now."
When Dean returned to the motel, he found the room was quiet. Ella was sitting Indian style against the headboard, her arms crossed over her chest as she stared down at the floral bed sheets. Sam was sitting beside of Ella, an arm around her shoulders. "Dean… look what Ezra did to Ella…"
Ella pulled down the neckline of her shirt and pointed to the bruises on her neck. Dean's eyes widened a little as he pulled off his dark green jacket and tossed it onto the chair while walking over to Ella. "He did that to you?" Ella nodded.
"Where is Oshea?" Sam said as he looked up at Dean.
Dean shrugged his shoulders a little. "No. Wait, you mean she's not with you guys?"
"No, she went after you," Sam said, his brows furrowing. "She didn't come back. We thought she was with you."
Dean shook his head, "Last time I saw her she was standing outside the motel…" He frowned a bit.
Sam furrowed his brows and walked to the chest of drawers, pulling one of them open. "Her things are still here… where do you think she is?" He said closing the drawer.
Dean's mind wandered back to the prophecy about Jonah and Oshea, and his jaw clenched. "I'll be right back," he said, quickly leaving the room. As he stepped outside in the cold night air, he pulled out his phone and dialed Oshea's number.
The phone rang four times before going to voicemail.
Dean cursed and slammed his phone shut and walked back into the motel.
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Oshea opened the door and moved around the beds quietly, going to the dresser and began to pull out her clothes into her suitcase, which she had pulled from beneath her and Dean's bed.
Dean had not been able to fall asleep, he had just been laying in his bed for hours, staring up at the ceiling. When the door open, Dean narrowed his eyes and watched as Oshea moved about the room in the light of the dim lamp. "Going somewhere?"
Oshea jumped slightly, turning to look at him. She sighed softly and lowered her eyes. "Dean… I…." She brushed some of her hair behind her ear.
"You what?" Dean asked, slowly sitting up. "Please, feel free to finish your sentence, I've got all night."
Oshea chewed on her lower lip and stood up. "I can't stay here, Dean." She said after a moment, rubbing her arms that were dotted with bruises from Ezra.
"And why not, Oshea?" Dean asked tiredly, rubbing his eyes and then looking up at her.
"Because, Dean…. I… I'm a monster," She said quietly, keeping her eyes down as she toyed with a strand of her hair. "I have demon blood running through my veins and I'm still craving it. It's not as bad as before, but… I still get the headaches… I-I could hear Allastair's heart pumping his blood through his veins when I killed him." She shook her head. "I'm no better than the stuff that we kill… and it just would be better if I… if I left." With that, she turned and knelt back down next to her suitcase, half-heartedly stuffing her clothing into it.
"So that's it? You're just leaving? Because that solves everything…" Dean sighed.
"I don't know what else to do, Dean!" She hissed, flinging down one of her shirts into her suitcase. She stood up and walked over to him. "What do you suggest that I do, hm? I'm craving demon blood again… I'm always going to be craving it. There is no getting better. It's not like some drug addiction… I will always want it." She paused a moment, biting her lip again as tear filled her eyes. "I just can't… take this anymore…lately you… you won't kiss me… you barely touch me… you look at me differently… that is when you look at me at all." She swallowed hard. "It's been that way since we met Chuck… what happened, Dean? Did… did reading about it make it more real to you or something..?" She glanced up at him, tears running down her face.
"Yes, I admit, reading about you sleeping with that demon, that's not exactly been very easy to cope with, Oshea," he said, shaking his head.
Oshea lowered her eyes and nodded, brushing the heel of her hand against her eyes to wipe away the tears. "I'm sorry, Dean…" She said quietly.
Dean sighed, cupping her face with his hands. "You're not going anywhere," he said with a little smirk before he kissed her. Oshea looked up at him as he touched her face and her eyes widened a little when his lips pressed against hers. She closed her eyes after a moment and curled her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.